Gwen jumped to her feet screaming and ran to the chair, where her son slumped motionless.

Blood was soaking his white undershirt and dripping on the armchair. 

Gwen fell to her knees in front of the chair, sobbing.

"What have you done?"

"I warned him," Colin reminded her, his voice cold.

"I told him to put the shotgun down, but he wouldn't."

Nick was at Colin's side.

"What the fuck have you done?"

Gwen glared at Colin.

"Yes, what the fuck have you done?"

Gwen turned to her husband.

"Its ruined," she cried.

Peaches was standing next to the chair, recording everything on her cell phone.

"This is good stuff," she laughed.

Colin backed away from the chair a little, as he was feeling trapped, by the people closing in on him.

"I warned him."

Gwen wiped her eyes and stood up, turning to Colin.

"I can't believe you did that."

Colin looked around. Everyone was staring at him.

"He had a gun pointed at me."

Nick picked up the shotgun and cracked the barrel.

"It was never loaded, Colin.

You knew that."

"You are an evil, evil man, Colin."

Gwen looked down at the chair and her son.

"Look at it.

Its ruined."

Colin shook his head.

"Ruined?"

"Yes, ruined," Gwen yelled.

She grabbed hold of Stanley and pulled him from the chair, letting him fall heavily to the floor.

Gwen pointed at the chair.

"See?

Ruined."

"What?"

Colin looked at the chair and then at Stanley, on the floor.

"Your son."

Gwen looked down at Stanley.

"Yes.

My son."

She turned back to the chair.

"But look at my new chair.

Its ruined."

Gwen started crying again.

Cliff walked to her and held her in his arms.

"Its not that bad, sweetie."

Gwen pointed at the chair.

"Its ruined, my love.

That is real suede. Blood will never come out of that and look at the bullet hole in the material.

The whole chair will have to be recovered."

Cliff turned to Colin.

"Gwen is not very pleased, Colin.

She just bought that chair."

Colin could not speak.

He looked at Cliff and then at Stanley.

He pointed to Stanley.

Cliff nodded.

"He is not going to be pleased either."

He looked at Nick.

"Could you please drag Stanley over near the fireplace. He is in the way here.

I wouldn't want anyone to trip over him and fall."

Nick just stared.

"Is there a problem, Nick?" Cliff wondered.

Nick turned to Arnold.

"Give me a hand, Arnie."

Arnold shook his head.

"I'm not touching a dead body."

"Oh for fuck sakes," Gwen swore, as she grabbed Stanley's feet and dragged him, face down, across the hard wood floor, leaving a stream of blood across the floor.

She plopped the body in front of the fireplace.

"Bonnie, sweetie, will you get some water from the kitchen and clean up Stanley's blood."

Bonnie jumped up.

"Of course, Auntie Gwen."

Gwen looked at Peaches.

"Help your cousin, sweetie."

"K, mommy."

The two teenage girls headed off to the kitchen.

Gwen gained her composure and slowly walked back toward the chair.

She looked at Colin.

"I want to apologize for my unladylike language earlier.

I was just very upset that you had ruined my brand new chair."

Arnold slumped in the chair, where the girls had been sitting.

He looked over at Stanley.

"Your son is dead and you are worried about a chair?"

"That chair was almost $2000," Cliff commented.

"Gwen was very fond of that chair."

Arnold shook his head.

"Who are you people?

What are you people?"

The two girls returned with a pink bucket and started cleaning up the blood with white tea towels.

"Peaches," Gwen moaned.

"Did you have to use the white tea towels?"

"Sorry mommy. First ones we saw."

Gwen sighed, throwing her hands up in the air.

"Fine. Something else ruined."

She looked at Colin.

"You have been very destructive."

"Next time, he can clean up his own blood," Peaches snapped, as she rang out the blood soaked tea towel in the pail.

She looked at her brother.

"Did you have to bleed so much?"

Gwen turned the chair around.

"I can't look at it anymore."

She started back to the couch.

"We will get it reupholstered, sweetie, or I will buy you a new one."

Cliff walked back to his wife, just as the girls finished cleaning up the blood.

"That's a good job, girls," Gwen smiled.

The girls left and went back to the kitchen, smiling.

"Would you like another drink, sweetie?" Cliff wondered.

Gwen nodded.

"A stiff one, hun."

Nick dropped the shotgun on the floor and kicked it into the hallway.

"That better not scratch the floor, young man," Gwen scolded him.

Nick went to the gun and picked it up again.

"Sorry, Gwen."

He stood there, in the entranceway holding it.

"Why don't you put it in the umbrella stand near the front door?" Cliff offered.

Nick nodded.

"Yes sir."

Arnold was shaking his head.

"We are all going to die."

"What are you blabbering about," Colin snapped.

Arnold looked at Colin.

"You are going to get us all killed."

"Stop whining, you fat coward."

Colin showed him his pistol.

"I still have this," he reminded Arnold.

Arnold nodded.

"And where is the other one?"

Colin looked around.

The other pistol was no where to be found.

"Where is it?"

"You lose something else?" Cliff asked, as he sat on the couch, next to Gwen.

Colin aimed the pistol at Cliff.

"Where is the other hand gun?"

Cliff shrugged.

"You really don't expect me to keep track of your weapons now, do you Colin?

You really didn't have this planned out too well, did you?"

Nick walked back into the living room, just as the girls returned from the kitchen.

Peaches ran to his side.

"Take our pic, Bonnie."

Bonnie quickly took several pictures.

Peaches kissed Nick on the cheek and went back with her cousin.

"I'm in love," she gasped.

Nick blushed and looked at the floor.

Suddenly Arnold screamed.

Gwen spilled her drink.

"Arnold. Goodness. You frightened me."

Arnold was pointing at Stanley.

"He ... he ... he ..."

"He what?" Colin snapped.

"Eyes ... open ... he ..."

Colin walked toward Stanley.

He was laying on the floor, motionless.

"He's dead, Arnie."

Arnold shook his head.

"No ... i saw ... his ... eyes ... open."

Colin kicked Stanley with his foot.

"He is as dead as a door mat."

Arnold got up from the chair and walked toward the couch.

"Please. Please. Let me go.

Just let me leave. I won't tell anyone anything.

I will disappear and you will never see or hear from me again."

Gwen smiled at Arnold.

"You are a lovely man, Arnold, but unfortunately we can't do that."

She sipped her drink.

"Sorry."

Arnold started crying.

"Please. I beg of you. I don't want to die.

I have a wife and a little girl."

Gwen looked surprised.

"Really."

She turned to Cliff.

"Bobby knows better than that."

Cliff nodded.

"I will talk to him about that."

Gwen looked back at Arnold.

"You go sit, Arnold and let us think about this one a bit."

"Thank you," Arnold cried.

He hurried back to the chair and sat in silence.

Colin looked at Gwen and Cliff.

"You people are insane."

He looked around.

"The whole fucking lot of you."

He aimed the gun at Cliff, once more.

"I should just kill the whole lot of you and be done with it."

Cliff smiled.

"Why don't you do that, Colin?

Just pull the trigger and start knocking us off, one by one."

"Don't push me," Colin sneered.

Cliff stood up and started toward Colin.

"Do it."

Colin pulled back the hammer on the pistol.

Cliff smiled.

"Best make it count, Colin."

There was a moments silence, as the two men stared at each other.

Then the doorbell rang.